Free Story Five

Written by Laiton Knight (3500 words)

When I saw your ad, I noticed you’re a straight couple. You were looking for a massage for your wife, Tea. Tea was a curvy, dark-haired woman. I would estimate her bust size as a 36d or 36e. Either way, she appeared to be a lady I would enjoy massaging. I suspected that you had something else in mind because you insisted that you would want to watch. Or were you ensuring I kept it professional? Part of me hoped that you were, in fact, a cuckold and that you want to watch me screw your wife. Either way, I was happy to progress. My pleasure was feeling a woman’s smooth skin as I massaged her. What woman wouldn’t enjoy a therapeutic massage by a young stud? Strong hands to ease the day’s tensions away.
You had booked a room at a nearby hotel, and we’d met in the car park. A chance to meet and confirm expectations. You told me your name was David, and your wife’s name was Tea. I seemed to pass the interview. Once the introductions were over and the agreeable nod given, you invited me into the bar. We had the required couple of drinks to loosen everyone up. We then had a conversation about past massages. I remembered you laughing. Everyone you had met before always wanted more than to give Tea a massage. You started to feel that some men don’t understand the word professional. All you wanted was to see a stranger massaging your wife. You kept stressing that you were a straight couple. Probably a bit too much. It was as if you were trying to convince yourself. You said you weren’t interested in watching my cock get hard while I massaged Tea. I reassured you that I was straight, too. But I did warn that sometimes I can get an erection, but it doesn’t stop me being professional. You and Tea were both OK with that. I hoped to give her an all-over massage, but I would have to play it by ear.
We finished our drinks, and you signalled that the time had come to go to your room. I stood behind you both in the lift and admired the view of your wife’s ample rear. She made a sharp left into the bathroom as we entered the room. “You guys go and get naked. I will get ready in here.” Tea said, and she closed the door behind her with a soft click. You looked at me as if to seek approval for something. I guess you didn’t expect her to want to get undressed ahead of you. I could feel your eyes undressing me, so I took the liberty of breaking the silence. I looked at you. “Did Tea say ‘get naked?’”
“She did. She thinks that if she has to get naked in front of you, then you should be naked, too.”
“OK,” I shrugged, removing my clothes as you froze. “Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”
“I feel a bit awkward in a room alone with you and both of us naked. I told you that I’m straight, didn’t I?” And yet, you still looked down at my semi-erect cock.
I lowered my eyes and began taking off the rest of my clothes. Once I stripped naked, I sat on the edge of the bed while you shifted the massage table to the centre of the room. Now that I was naked, too, you found it much easier to behave normally and joined me on the edge of the bed. Tea’s voice coming from the bathroom was the only interruption to our silence. “Alright, I’m ready.”
The anticipation in the air was palpable as we waited for the bathroom door to open. Tea emerged. She looked splendid in a simple, yet tasteful, white robe. It clung to her curves like a second skin. She smiled at me as she approached the table. Her eyes flicked toward you, but you kept eye contact with me.
“Ready, Ray?” She murmured, her voice warm and inviting. I returned her smile, holding a hand to assist her onto the table. She gracefully stepped up and lay face down. Her robe slipped off her shoulders and gathered at the foot of the table. A small gasp escaped from both of us as we caught sight of her naked body. Still, you weren’t taking your eyes off me as you moved towards the table. You hovered over Tea. Your eyes scanned her bare body. It was as if you were committing every curve and flaw to memory. She, in turn, looked up at you with a look of equal desire and longing. In your private moment, I felt like an intruder, but I shook away the feeling and prepared for the massage.
“Before we get started, can we discuss the boundaries of this session? I want to ensure that both of you are comfortable with what’s happening.” I said, trying to sound as professional as possible. You turned your attention to me and nodded, motioning for me to continue. “First, I want to clarify that I am a licensed masseur and will always keep things professional. But I understand that this session may be different. David has requested to be present during the massage. And while the lines may sometimes blur, I assure you that my priority is the care and well-being of Tea.
“Tea let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing on the table as she listened. She was used to this type of arrangement. She trusted your intentions, even if you were unclear.
That being said, I will touch Tea’s chest, buttocks, and other sensitive areas. I understand this may be hard for you, David. But I will do my best to stop any uncomfortable touching. Once again, the priority is Tea’s comfort and well-being,” I emphasised.
You gave a subtle nod, sensing the urgency in my words. You took a deep breath and sat in a chair beside the table. You aimed to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible.
I got to work, kneading the muscles in Tea’s neck and shoulders. With each stroke, her body relaxed further into the table. You watched intently, mirroring my arousal as I leered at Tea’s body. Taking note of her slight weight gain and tan lines. I was drawn to her, appreciating her beauty from a unique perspective. I could feel my cock getting hard, but I wasn’t bothered by it. Luckily, I had warned you that it might happen. I looked across at you. Your own cock was standing to attention. You gave an approving nod as if giving me consent to continue. I placed my hands on Tea’s cool skin and massaged her shoulders. She let out a pleasurable purr. It made me think that it was the same kind of sound she gives when she cums. A sound that tells me that she enjoys my touch and my hands roaming over her body. Her moans were pleasant. I worked my way down to her back and found the dip in her spine where her carnal desires hide. With every stroke, I could sense she liked it. Her body tensed and relaxed with my movements. You sat watching me as I worked. Your eyes never strayed far from what I was doing.
I am surprised that you were bashful about undressing. Your cock was bigger than mine in both length and girth. Tia wiggled her arse a little as if signalling for me to move my touch further down her back. I puddled some oil into the small of her back. I ran my hands through the puddle and started to massage up and down her back, and she let out another groan. My strokes landed squarely on target. I glanced down at my cock and could see a stream of precum drip down onto the bed. I looked across at you by way of a visual apology. You just smiled and started to play with your own precum as it seeped through the hole in your cock.
I started to think that you might be the cuckold I had suspected. I kept massaging. I moved my hands to Tea’s shoulders again, gripping the soft flesh. Then, I slid them down her curves, up her sides and across her back. She let out another moan, closing her eyes and biting her lip, revelling in the heat between us. Your gaze held steady on me as your hand caressed yourself rhythmically.
I wondered if you were picturing me inside your wife, filling her up while you watched. Or if you were getting off on the taboo of the situation.
As I massaged down Tea’s body, my fingers dipped into the curve of her lower back. They gripped the firm, round muscles there. I massaged slowly, building the tension in her body as I moved my hands lower towards her delicious arse. I teased her by only just skimming the surface, moving over the soft flesh in gentle, sweeping motions. I enjoy massaging this body part because it reveals her rosebud and fanny lips. She must have realised this because she spread her legs further apart. You were still rubbing your cock slowly. I interpreted this as confirming that you are indeed a cuckold. I was unsure what Tea’s perspective was. I questioned her motive. Does she want intimacy with me despite David’s presence? Or does she want a real massage?
Her hips lifted, curving in a gentle arc, beckoning me further. I hesitated, trying to gauge her true desires. My cock was rock solid at this point, yearning to be closer to her pussy. But I knew I had to play it slowly and maintain my professional role.
To test the temperature while kneading the cheeks of her arse, I let both of my thumbs stray between her cheeks. The oil on my hand was drying. So, I picked up the bottle again and drizzled a little oil between the globes of her buttocks. I made sure to hit her rosebud. This stream of oil trickled down over her fanny lips, and she let out another groan. Now, my thumbs were well-lubricated. I easily ran them over the full length of her crack. I went from her arse to the start of her fanny. She was squirming beneath my hands as if trying to guide me. I continued to tease, almost touching her fanny but each time pulling my thumbs away.
She emitted a low, steady hum of arousal. I looked up at you to see if this was what you were hoping for. You had eyes only for me, and you were watching my every move with anticipation.
How far things had gone surprised you, but you didn’t want to stop now.
My thumbs were still teasing the top of Tia’s cleft. I poured more oil onto my hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil. I slowly started to apply the oil to her buttocks. I gently massaged and kneaded them in circles. My heart raced with a sense of forbidden pleasure, but I knew I had to remain fully in control. Tea’s moans grew louder and more insistent beneath my touch. And even though she seemed to enjoy this experience, I was still unclear about where to draw the line.
Meanwhile, your admiring eyes watched my hands move over Tea’s body. I could see the desire building on your face. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to continue or stop. But, your hand kept working your stiff cock. This implied you felt somewhat at ease. The scent of passion filled the room, making it difficult to think clearly.
Each time my hands neared her hole, she lifted her arse off the table, trying to catch me out. But I was too quick and removed my hands from the hot area. I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt. I knew that she wanted it. I looked across at you and nodded at her arse, silently inviting you to come and fuck your own wife. You just smiled and gestured with your hand that I should be the one.
Intrigued, I wondered if you were ready to surrender control to me. Tea’s squirming intensified, and my heart pounded in response. I shifted to a position beside the table, my throbbing cock straining against my will. I was producing litres of precum, and I let my oozing cock brush against Tea’s arm. She groaned again, and she reciprocated by rubbing her arm against my cock. That was all the permission I needed.
I repositioned myself between her legs and leaned forward. I was now able to massage the cleft between her cheeks with my cock. She kept lifting her arse to meet my sliding cock. My precum
mixed with the remnants of the oil. She caught me out and raised her arse faster and higher. This made my hardened cock slide lower than between her cheeks, and I penetrated her. You were both making all the right noises. You stood up to move around to the side of us to get a better view and watch my cock move in and out of her pussy. The shaft was shining from all the moisture she was depositing on it.
Tea’s pussy was so juicy and slippery that my cock slid in and out effortlessly. With every thrust, she lifted her hips off the bed just enough to make my balls slap against her clit. We set a fast, steady pace. The room was filled with the sound of our slick bodies gliding against each other as you watched in awe. The amount of lubrication was getting in my way. It was hampering my search for my climax. My balls tingled and tightened as my rhythm became more urgent.
She signalled for you to move to the head of the table. She was planning for you to work on her from the front while I was thrusting from behind. We were spit-roasting her!
You were urging me to use her. To fuck her hard. To shoot my hot cum in her cunt. She was moaning loudly, “Fuck me, fuck me like David can’t”. This made me think that she may be the instigator of this fantasy. I was unsure of who wanted you to be cuckolded, but her comment indicated that she was the dominant one. She was so wet that it was hard to generate any friction. I was rock hard but not getting any closer to an orgasm than when I first entered her.
I looked over at you. Your contented smile said it all. You were seeing your wife enjoy my touch. You had finally accepted that you are a cuckold. Tea’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and eager as she continued to suck your cock.
Following Tia’s lead, I demanded, “Come to my side and watch me fucking your wife.”
You dutifully obeyed. I’d pressed the right button for you. Your cock swelled as it brushed my leg. “I will be back, sweetheart. Stay as you are.” I slowly pulled my dick out of Tea. I watched as a trail of glistening precum stretched out between my cock and her folds. The moment of truth had come. I wanted to see how far you were willing to take this newfound cuckold fantasy. “David, I want you to suck my cock. I want you to get me ready for your wife.”
You protested, “But I’m straight.”
“I don’t think so. I saw how hard you got when you saw my cock. Now get on your knees and lick Tia’s juices off me.” You hesitated, and I could see the turmoil in your eyes. But there was also a spark of desire that you couldn’t hide. Tia noticed it too, and she shouted, “Suck his fucking cock!”
Her voice was demanding and insistent. I saw your deliberate descent to a kneeling position. You looked up at me hesitantly, your eyes glistening with mixed emotions.
Your cock was still hard, and I could see the internal struggle taking place in your mind. I gave a slight nod of encouragement, and you leaned in, placing your lips on the tip of my shaft. You hesitated for a moment, savouring your wife’s taste. Then, you took my cock deeper into your mouth after enveloping it. Each time I pushed my hips forward, you met me, letting your tongue dance along the underside of my shaft. Your wife moaned louder than before. Masturbating herself, her fingers moving in harmony with your actions on my cock.
You knew you had no choice because your wife was in control, and by proxy, I was your master. I was the bull that was humiliating you. All the while, you were rubbing your rock-hard cock. “Stop wanking yourself. You won’t cum until me and Tea are fully satisfied.”
Your wife’s arse was still in the air. I positioned myself so that I could lick her cunt. Before plunging my tongue into her, I ordered: “Suck my cock cuckold.” This time you didn’t protest, and you laid on the floor between my legs, and I felt your mouth around my cock. At last, a bit of friction. This got me closer to coming. I continued to lick her, drinking her juices. I was trying to remove her natural lubrication. It was preventing friction when I fucked her. Her orgasms were coming fast, furious and regularly. “Fuck me, I need you inside me.” she moaned. That was the prompt for me to withdraw my cock from your mouth. You motioned to get up. “Stay there, cuckold! You are going to have a worms-eye view of me fucking your wife.” Your eyes went wide. But, you obeyed my command, staying on the floor. I positioned myself above your wife again. Her hips were still eagerly pushed in the air, waiting for me to fill her up.
But before I plunged into Tia again, I decided it was time for some real role reversal. “David, grab hold of my balls and tug gently,” I instructed. You hesitated for just a moment. You extended your hand, encircling my testicles with a gentle grip. You looked at me for confirmation, and I gave you a nod of approval.
I didn’t even have to hold my cock to insert it into her. As soon as my tip touched her slit, she thrust back hard, and I was in her. She rocked back and forth, controlling the speed and depth. As she approached another orgasm, she started to squeal, “Oh yes. Fuck me, make David watch you fuck me. Make him watch you shoot your cum in my cunt.”
She picked up the pace, and I could feel her tightening on my cock. That was what I needed – friction. This brought me towards my own orgasm. Each pulse of my cock shoots cum in rhythm with her tightening pussy. She slumped face down on the table, arse still in the air. Her body shuddered as her orgasm subsided. I slowly eased out of her hot, slick pussy, my own climax tingling down my legs. I watched as my cum leaked out of her, mixing with the oil and moisture of her arousal. As it did, a large string of cum dripped out onto your face.
I dropped to the floor. My knees were on either side of your head. “Clean me,” I commanded. You didn’t wait for a second command, and you set about cleaning my cum and her juices from my cock. I rubbed it across your face to make sure I swept the cascaded cum into your mouth.
I could see that there was more cum ready to drop from your wife’s cunt. My newly cleaned cock started to get hard again. I stood up, “Now clean her up, drink all of my cum from her cunt. I need friction for when I give her seconds.” You nodded and shifted your position until your face was hovering just above her wet, slick folds. I watched as you tentatively extended your tongue. Then, you eagerly devoured my cum and her juices. I could see Tia’s body shaking as she writhed in pleasure.
You were a natural cuckold, I could tell. The way you devoured my cum from her cunt was evidence enough. I looked down and saw you staring right back at me, your eyes filled with desire, shame, and excitement.
You knelt before the glorious arse of your wife and ran your tongue up the full length of her cunt. I could see my seed disappearing into your mouth. Her fanny let out a fart, and this fired more cum into your mouth.
“Put your tongue in deep; I want no lubrication left.”
You were drinking every drop of my seed. The seed I had deposited while using your wife. Your humiliation was now completed.
“You are a good, obedient cuckold, David,” I observed with a glint in my eye. You gave me a sheepish grin, still enjoying the act despite your humiliation.